~Z.T.~ I had gone way too long without doing something stupid this festival. Then I lost the car keys.

My first plan was to wander around until I found them. Andy called me out on this being a dumb ass plan. There were lost and founds and they did have keys. Just not mine.

I continued wandering and found two $5 bills and a sweatshirt I’d lost earlier that day at the Funnel Cake booth (best funnel cake ever!)

After an hour of looking I had to bite the bullet and call my dad and admit defeat. I drove him back in his car, while Andy drove mine.

The ride home was preposterous. You’d think the local animals had a death wish the way they darted in front of the road. In a one mile stretch we saw a deer, a dead possum, a live possum and one that had been run over, but wasn’t quite dead.

Then the torrential downpour started. If you had told me earlier in the day that I’d be in the car with my dad listening to Peter, Paul and Mary sing “Blowin’ in the Wind” at 2:30 a.m., I would have called you crazy.

I now owe my dad gas money for his trip and I agreed to do a month of laundry. So it goes.

3 Responses

Teibs and Shore Said,

E-Mail from my dad:

Dear FC: Yesterday I found $5 on the floor, but no funnel cakes. hmm.

Someday you will come to realize that PPM BinTW (Peter Paul and Mary Blowin in the Wind) at 2:30 AM may be the calming music to listen to when your “lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his neck” son is driving you home from bumfuck, nowhere, in a lightning storm/torrential rain on a road littered with dead and semi-dead animal carcasses.